Saturday in Seattle
For some reason, I was tired and slept in a while again on Saturday. After a light breakfast and a game of Harry Potter Clue. Unlike the clue I plaid as a kid, there were secret wheels that opened and closed doors, hidden passages, and dark mark cards to wreck havoc on the players. In a close, close game, I squeaked out a victory over Cora, her mom, and her daughter. I thought that her daughter was going to solve it one turn before I could make my final accusation. But while she had the WHO, and HOW, she was missing the WHERE that I had lucked in to.
After the game, it was time to literally hop on the bus, Gus and head to the city for some sight seeing and for a little ghost busting. Cora and Gwen and I started off with a little shopping. And then a trip to the fortune telling Elvis. And then a comic book shoppe.
We ended up back the Gum Wall. This was Gwen's first visit to the wall, and she loved it. I opted to give the Smiley Guy a pink toupee.
Bald Smiley headed ball
But, we didn't go to the Gum Wall just because we are fans of mastication. That is also the meeting place for the Ghost Tour. The tour provided nice value (an hour and a half for $15) and provided some nice history of Seattle. I didn't see any ghosts or catch any ghost orbs. But that doesn't mean I didn't see anything weird. Back in 1985, Pike Place Market sold tiles as a fund raiser. (Cora has one, somewhere, but she has never found it.) A little group bought one. A dozen years later, Heaven's Gate would become infamous.
After the tour, we headed back to the 'burbs and met up with Cora's mom for dinner at The Olive Garden. After a nice, tri-generational dinner, it was time to take Cora's daughter to her father's (they'd split the weekend, so Gwen could join us) and for us to head home.
Sunday in Seattle
No sleeping in today. This is my last day with my BFF (Beautiful Future Fiancée) and it was not to be wasted. We planned her next trip to visit me in October, and we just hung out and talked. (Okay, we necked on the sofa like a couple of teenagers.)
Unfortunately, due to the 4 hour flight and the 2 hour time difference, the "last flight" is actually pretty early. So we made it to the airport, and had a bite of lunch before getting in the agonizingly slow security line. Agonizing in the fact that you stand there for 15 minutes inching forward. Each half shuffle taking you that much further from your lady love. While I cherish the opportunity to keep looking back and seeing her, the sadness in her eyes is also torture.
I guess I got on the plane and made it home. I was in a funk. I don't remember, and before I knew it, I was back on the phone with Cora again. And then it started to pour here. Like the sky waited for me to get home, but then the sky started crying for me.
Wow. That was a bit of a downer. But it was a great weekend. Going shopping with Cora was amazing. A 43 year old bachelor should have been terrified stepping foot in a jewelry store, but with Cora's hand in mine, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.
And with that, welcome to the 80's